Today I’m writing over at An Army of Ermas.
You simply must come visit me.
I’m talking about our road trip and how past sins came back to haunt me.
Have you ever heard Taps played on a kazoo?
No? Me either, until recently. The tune is about as mournful and haunting as a kazoo can be, and believe me, I’ve been haunted by a kazoo for a quite a few years now.
One of my earliest childhood memories is of my mom, eyes wild with the look young mother’s get when they are torn between selfless love and wanting to eat their young. …continued at An Army of Ermas.
You won’t want to miss it!